Day 12: A picture of something you love
Anyone who knows me knows that there are two things in this world I adore: my family and Mountain Dew.
Ahhh, sweet nectar of the gods. Sure, it's not exactly healthy and tastes nothing like a fresh morning dew sprinkled over a mountain glade, but damn if it isn't exactly what hits the spot time and again. The invigorating citrus-inspired flavor of Mountain Dew never fails to perk me up.
Mello Yello and other impostors cannot hold a candle to the truth that is the official, one of a kind taste, of Mountain Dew.
The absolute biggest problem with international travel? No Mountain Dew anywhere to be found. I have known to go a week to 10 days without the refreshment of an ice cold Mountain Dew while venturing abroad. While I truly enjoy my experiences travailing the back alleys of Europe's grand cities and basking on a beach overlooking crystal waters of the Caribbean sea, I am yearning for an old friend.
I love you Mountain Dew. You are my rock, my solace after a hard day, and the best part of any 15 minute refreshment break.